The boy's earlobe was as round as a bead, and his skin was delicate and tender. With a thin layer, the veins of shyness under it could be seen. At this moment, the snowdrop was even more dyed crimson by the breath.
"You" Chu Wuqing said through gritted teeth, "How dare you be here as a classroom."
"Yes," Chu Yunshu stretched out his tongue and gently licked the earlobe. It was as delicious as last time. He couldn't help but describe the outline of the entire ear in detail. "So, are you afraid of Tutu?"
The man's sly voice rang in his ears, with an undisguised laugh, Chu Wuqing pushed his elbows back to push the man's chest away, but because the man was held too tightly, not only did he not push it away, but put his own The body is completely sent into the man's arms.
There was a friction.
"Wuqing," Chu Yunshu's tone suddenly became heavier, his body pressed even tighter, his arm moved down from the boy's arm, passed through the armpit, and moved down to the boy's slender waist.
As expected, he was a pampered young master, even through the silk shirt, he could still feel the softness of his body, without a single muscle, but very flexible, as tender as willows in early spring.
"No wonder the kings in the ancient books have such thin waists," Chu Yunshu frowned, "Don't move, if you move again, I can't help it as a teacher. You are obedient, don't you want to be seen by the prince?"
"Shameless" Chu Wuqing was extremely angry and ashamed in his heart, but his reddish eyes made his eyes brighter, revealing an unspeakable charm, making people want to see him more humiliated, more resistant, and holding back tears When weeping stubbornly.
The unrestrained teardrops will roll down from the slender eyelashes, roll over the plump and tender cheeks, because the red lips are slightly swollen due to too much resistance, some of them will not enter the gap between the teeth, and some will fall into the red tongue and some will slide across the arc The perfect jaw rolls over the slightly raised and delicate Adam's Apple.
If you bite him lightly while sucking his tears, he will let out a muffled groan, the tears in his eyes will fall even more unstoppably, and he will stare at you hatefully, extremely bright.
Those cursing sounds mixed with crying sounds are like feathers scratching the tip of your heart one by one, touching the itchy point in your heart, itching so much that you want to swallow him whole, it's extremely seductive.
"Little goblin," Chu Yunshu cursed secretly, "I can be even more shameless, disciple."
Saying this, Chu Wuqing's face turned red suddenly, and she only felt the arm around his waist move, and the slender fingers moved towards his belt
Chu Wuqing turned pale with shock, "Stop it, Chu Yunshu, if you are hungry and thirsty, go and find me, the young master will pay for you, don't treat me like a woman"
"Cousin" the prince who was practicing calligraphy turned his head when he heard the sound, "What kind of woman are you talking about?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes were looking towards this side, either explicitly or secretly.
Chu Wuqing could only be thankful at this time, Chu Yunshu was used to pretending to be a romantic celebrity, and he liked to wear rich clothes with wide sleeves, the drooping sleeves almost covered most of his body.
If his father found out, he would only think that he was shameless and came up with new tricks to be lazy. If it spread, Chu Yunshu's reputation would be affected. At most, he would not be able to teach the prince anymore, but he would definitely become a joke in the entire capital.
The young master of Cheng Enhou's mansion was treated as a woman by the master, the crown prince, the prince is even more knowledgeable
"No, nothing." Chu Wuqing's voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of trembling, "Your Highness, you heard wrong, you heard wrong."
The ending trembled with crying, and the prince stood up unable to sit still, "Cousin, are you unwell? Send the doctor quickly." While speaking, he was about to walk towards them.
However, Chu Yunshu's hands were so bold as to go down his waist.
"Bitch, don't go first, sir, please." Chu Wuqing's eyes were full of pleading, his last dignity.
Chu Yunshu held Chu Wuqing's hand and wrote again, waving his sleeves, just able to cover most of the probing eyes, biting Chu Wuqing's round ears and said, "I want to say, my lord, please."
Chu Wuqing glared at the man bitterly, but had no choice but to grit her teeth and say, "Sir, please."
Chu Huanzhi curled his lips into a deep smile, "How can you not listen to my wife?" As soon as the words fell, he raised his sleeves and put away his pen, and let go of Chu Wuqing's waist, saying solemnly, "